Change is a comin

So, things are changin’ around here.

I feel it.  Like a fall breeze ushering in a new season.

My heart is so full and begging to be articulated but sometimes…sometimes the appropriate words just won’t come.  Still I will try because I feel like I am not the only one that needs to hear them.

Change is hard.

And some say it is inevitable.  But I’m not so sure.

We have a choice.

We can stay right where we are.  We can choose the known.  The safe.  The now.

And yes, it’s tempting, isn’t it?

Now is good.  Things are fine.

But I am sensing that along with that delightful fall breeze, an invitation to something new and beautiful is approaching.

This is the last week of summer.

I have a rising Senior and Sophomore.  That just doesn’t seem right or possible.  I mean, really!

I feel this tangible ache in my heart.  It is begging for time to slow down or be still.

But I also can see faint realities that this change…as tough as it is….is where beautiful, new realities lie.

Mixed with my reluctance is an excitement because I know Jesus is there.

He is there inviting me into the unknown.

I can choose to stay put.

Or I can choose to trust.

 

I hear Him whispering that He understands my questions, He understands my fear, and He understands my feelings of wanting things to stay the same.

But the overriding whisper is one that is piercing my heart…

 “For I am about to do something new.  See, I have already begun!  Do you not see it?  I will make a pathway through the wilderness.  I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.” (Isaiah 43:19)

I just have to be open.  And willing.

Open to the new possibilities.  Willing to follow where He is leading.

Open to new.  Willing to do different.

 

Just this morning, it was a typical Monday morning.  Even though the official schedule hasn’t started, things are beginning to be hectic.  I feel that familiar pull toward crazy already.  I try to resist, telling myself school hasn’t even started for crying out loud.  I breathe deeply, look at my calendar and try to be rational.

I sit down to write and work on upcoming events.

About that time, my sweet (Senior) son wants pancakes.

I was so shocked and happily surprised that what came out of my mouth was not what I was thinking.

(Ok y’all, now that’s a Holy Spirit thing, cuz I’m pretty known for saying exactly what I’m feeling and thinking.)

Instead, what came out was, “Sure honey, pancakes will only take a minute.  I’d love to fix you some.”

Literally as I’m saying that, I’m mentally counting down how many more times I will have the opportunity to do such simple things for him.

After cleaning up the dishes, I once again sit down to work at my computer.

And he decides to play the guitar and sing.  In the same room.

Again, only by the Holy Spirit, do I smile and proceed.

It is not an interruption.  Instead, it turned into worship.

I heard his sweet voice…. 

playing guitar

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Here I am to worship, Here I am to bow down, Here I am to say that You’re my God.  You’re altogether lovely.  Altogether worthy.  Altogether wonderful to me.”

 

And I sit here and say, Yes, Lord.  I hear you.  I will accept Your invitation.  This change is going to be good.  And holy.  

Not easy.  But worth it.  

Your Word tells us that You have already begun something new.  I believe You love us enough to give us a choice.  We can resist.  Or we can embrace.  It also says that there will be wilderness and dry wasteland.  But You promise us pathways and rivers in both.

Yes, I feel that gentle breeze blowing.

Change is a comin’.

Lord, take my hand and help me to embrace it.

 

 

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